Every day I wake up asking myself the same questions. "What is my next move going to be"? I'm two weeks away from high school graduation and the poster outside of the counselor's office that displays the senior's plans after graduation, has the words "undecided" next to my name. I have so many things that I want to do and things that I know that I can do, but finding the means to do them seems to be my biggest problem. I often wonder if my mom were alive would I still have all of these problems, financial instability, living with people who don't really want you but are letting you live there out of obligation. I wonder how come my father refuses to return my phone calls when I haven't asked him for anything in my entire 17 years of life. The only reason I need him now is to fill out my application for financial aid.
"Erykah, have you decided to apply to any colleges?"
"Mr. Edgemore, you know I can't afford to go to college. Who's going to pay for it?"
"I told you that you shouldn't worry about that. With your grades, SAT scores, and extra curricular activities you can find a way to pay for it. Have you spoken with your father yet?"
"No. He hasn't returned any of my calls. He's probably too busy with his wife and kids to be worried about me. I really wish my mother was here"
"What about your aunt and uncle? Will they fill out your financial aid application for you?"
"They told me that they were not giving the government any information about how much money they make."
"Well, I hope that you're not upset with me but I applied to UCLA on your behalf."
"Why would you do that knowing that I can not afford to go?"
"Let me finish. I told them of your situation and they have accepted you on a full scholarship. All you have to do is pay for your books. They also have set you up with an on campus job."
"Thank you Mr. Edgemore! I don't know what to say. You are the only one besides my mother who believes in me. With your help I know that I can become the corporate C.E.O. that I know I can become."